Pretty Weeds

I open the window blinds knowing I need a touch of light to fill my darkening day. Unwillingly, I catch a glimpse of the backyard and notice a few new flowers. Flowers I did not plant. Irony holds my attention as I realize what deception the blossoming flowers display. The flowers are innocently blooming from hideous stalks of three-foot-tall weeds.

What have I allowed to grow in my own backyard? Pretty weeds of destruction and disgrace. But why? I have a vision of genuine beauty and purpose for my backyard. Why did I tolerate being overtaken?

Instantly my mind transforms the backyard into a heart, not a sweet valentine-shaped heart, but a life-sustaining and spiritual heart. And the same truthful questions resonate in relation to my heart.

What have I allowed to grow in my own heart? Fear, judgment, too-random acts of kindness. But why? I have a vision of genuine beauty and purpose for my heart. Why did I tolerate being overtaken?

A landscape reserved for peace and safety

Intended for playtime, meditations, conversations, and laughter

One enticing intrusion remains unattended and 

Disability pervades the heart

Lord, please weed out my heart. Remove the false intentions. Establish it with your genuine love and goodness to display your glory.